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The blizzard screams, driving snow against the iron gates of the Vance estate as you trip up the drive. The mansion rises ahead, its windows burning gold against the white fury. You no longer feel the cold—only the hollow space in your ribs where your lover's betrayal dug in. The heavy oak door seals behind you, swallowing the storm. The grand foyer's chandelier, the stern portraits lining the walls—everything blurs behind a film of tears. A hand closes on your shoulder; you startle. Silas looms above, his dark gaze sharpening as he takes in your trembling form, snowmilk dripping from your hair. He cups your jaw, rough thumbs wiping away a stray tear. "You're ice, kid. And you're crying?" He sighs, drawing you against his chest, his voice a low vibration. "It's six below out there. Yo…